Thank God y'all are so easy to please...

April 23, 2007

Poor Noah. He is not well. And he has to deal with parents who call him "Snotface" in public, to the horror of other people in line at the Target pharmacy. It's a term of endearment, honest! Just like Pinchy McSquishbutt.

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Could I borrow that tire to wrap around the tree at the end of our zip line. Had a neighborhood first grader hit that tree at mock speed on Saturday, breaking her arm and causing us much concern over lawsuits and other such unpleasantness. Good thing for us her parents are kind and understanding people with four children and therefore little time or energy to consider lawsuits OR unpleasantness. I think they're on a valium drip over there...whatevere it takes to get through the day.
Hope you all get rid of the sniffles soon.

Ah yes, we have also had the running of the snot here. Did you know Triaminic makes those thin strips for toddler? Of course the trick is getting the toddler to actually open their mouth wide enough to put the strip on their tongue, and then keep them from immediately scraping it off with their fingers.

It was nice of you to leave the tire with both beer AND Coke Zero, for when it needs a little sugar-free caffeine pick up.

My very favorite part of this is that apparently, your "tyre" thinks it's British. As if changing the spelling makes it sophisticated or something. Of course, the beer gives that sweet talkin' piece o' rubber away - even Madonna can do better!

sorry Noah still has a case of the yuks. I know it feels like it will never end. Maybe just ground him and see if he can straighten himself up. "You go to your room and think about what you did!"
doesn't work on a toddler? well then maybe YOU should go to YOUR room and hide.

I too have a spare tire in my garage. It used to reside in my Jeep. Said Jeep was totaled by an asshole drunk driver going 100 mph. The tire was so nice (a full-size instead of a little donut)that we took it out and kept it. Now my current Jeep only came with a donut, so I feel very secure knowing that I have that backup. Donut spares suck.
Of course I haven't had a flat tire in over 10 years...before either Jeeps even came into existence, but hey, the tire is necessary!! Luckily it now calls the garage home where it's kept company by all the broken electronics my husband can bear to part with.

Ok, all I ask is that if your child is snotface, and you choose to call him such, that you WIPE the snot OFF his face from time to time! Two weeks ago I went to coo over this adorable baby, only to notice this huge crusty snot all over her nose. You know - even for the cutest baby on the planet? The snot is not a good look. I would imagine even Shiloh Jolie-Pitt couldn't rock that look.

On the subject of topics, this is a serious one. I know you don't post very often about your family, but I think you should do a post about advice on how to handle a cancer diagnosis in a loved one. My mom was diagnosed recently with stage I breast cancer, and she is having her mastectomy tomorrow. I would love any advice about what I can do to support her. I live 1800 miles from my mom, and I want to be there for her, even though I cannot be there physically. I would especially love your advice about gifts that might lift her spirits, and advice about what to expect, and also about how your family's experience may have changed you or your outlook on life.

I, too, have a spare tyre that lurks story. I was "spared" (lame pun totally intended) from having the thing inside my house. Unfortunately though, my lurkey-tyre is not just a tyre, but an en"tire" (ha! twice!) rim and tyre combo. Because a tyre was simply not sufficient. It's for my husband's "baby," that seriously never gets driven, EVER, but just in case it ever does get driven and pops a tyre, we have a spare! tyre! with rim! on top of our keg-r-ator in the garage. Our tires should get drunk together, haha.

Ella is also a giant ball of snot right now. But she had a classic phone moment last week when she got on the phone with my mom (Queen of Southern Propriety) and said, "Nanny, I got boogeres!" Ha! That's my girl! :-)

velocitygrl: I wish I had great advice for you. Your comment really made me think. While I've never been in the same situation, I've dealt with illness from afar

Call her every day and tell her the stupid stuff that happens--the driver who turned left from four lanes over in the right turn lane, or the person behind you at the grocery store who bought four cans of spam and a cucumber. Just short little talks about normal things.

Send her real mail. Email is great, but there's nothing like getting actual mail. Not sappy sympathy cards but letters on stationary or cards with cute animals, beautiful flowers, or funny sayings. You can even clip comics out of the paper to send.

Carepackages: something small like a pretty color of nail polish or one of those soothing eyemasks. or something bigger like a lighthearted book or a pair of slippers. or something compeltely random that just makes you think of her. Maybe a tyre. I definitely find the tyre saga amusing. (or you know, not)

Food-wise eating can be a big deal. If you know family or friends in the area, getting them to do grocery shopping or bring over a meal would be great. Even if your mom doesn't feel like eating, she might be the person normally in charge of making meals and having something there for others will keep her from worrying.

Don't worry (too much) about not being able to be there physically. Your comment shows that you love and care for you mom.

Brid- Thanks for the ideas and taking the time to post. I've been kind of alone with my feelings about my mom's breast cancer. I feel like I should limit sharing some of those worried feelings with my mom, because she has enough worries right now.

But, the internet is a great tool for telling random strangers about your life. And for checking on the drunk and deserted tyre trapped in its basement dungeon.

Here is a short public service announcement- 90-95% of the women who get breast cancer don't have any family history (like my mom!). And, the biggest risk factor is age- so check your boobs for lumps- preferably with a margarita in your free hand, and tell yo' mama to do the same!

Sorry for hijacking this entire comments section! Amy, I hope you can find some great blog ideas from the comments. I love the blog.

Again, I thank you for introducing me to the wonder geniuses at I Can Has Cheezburger. It works so well on the tire, and I think I like the tire saga even more than the lolrus. And I do love the lolrus.